Visits to Grandpa and Grandma Dooley by Art

Visits to Grandpa and Grandma Dooley

I remember one time crossing the Belford Bridge and the river was out.  It was at the edge of the road on the North end of the bridge.  It had started crossing the road when we left.  On a later visit, I saw that the blacktop had been peeled off the road.  We could see the river just below the hill south of the house. (more…)